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Rainyday
she/her || large grey she-cat with brown eyes

She'd become restless, sitting around camp all day. Her thoughts bounced off the walls of her skull, merging, twisting, and she needed some physical stimuli to distract from that. Hunting had seemed like a good idea - productive, distracting, and most wonderfully energy-consuming. If she spent all her energy here, honed her laser focus, maybe, just maybe, she could stop thinking about those stinky RiverClan cats. Murdering WindClan's (the best Clan, obviously) deputy! Pah. Rainyday let out a growl. Slippery freaks.

Rainyday shifts her attention to the hunt and stalks through the field, her senses attuned to every rustle and whisper of movement. Her large grey ears twitch as she detects the faintest sound of rustling in the underbrush nearby. With another low growl rumbling in her throat, she crouches low, her muscles tense and coiled, ready to spring into action.

The rabbit, unaware of the danger lurking, continues to hop leisurely through the field, its nose twitching as it sniffs the air. Suddenly, it freezes, sensing the presence of a predator nearby. With a panicked squeak, it bolts, its powerful hind legs propelling it forward in a desperate bid for escape.

Rainyday's instincts kick into overdrive as she gives chase, her enormous yet agile form cutting through the air like a shadow. The rabbit darts left and right, zigzagging through the tall grass in an attempt to shake off its pursuer. But Rainyday is relentless, her determination unwavering as she keeps pace with her prey, her eyes never leaving its fleeting form.

The chase is exhilarating, a dance of predator and prey amidst the backdrop of the sprawling field. With each twist and turn, Rainyday calculates her next move, anticipating the rabbit's every maneuver with precision. The distance between them narrows with each passing moment, until finally, with a burst of speed, Rainyday closes the gap and launches herself forward.

She can feel the little rabbit's heart race in terror as Rainyday's outstretched claws close in, but in a last-ditch effort, it veers sharply to the side, narrowly avoiding her grasp. Undeterred, Rainyday adjusts her course, her determination unyielding as she continues the pursuit.

Minutes stretch into eternity as the chase unfolds, the rhythm of predator and prey echoing through the field. Finally, with a burst of speed and a well-timed leap, Rainyday closes the distance between them and delivers the final blow. The rabbit's struggles cease as Rainyday's jaws close around its neck, bringing the hunt to a swift and decisive end.

She allows herself to let out a long and victorious purr as she lifts the limp mammal from the ground, ready to bring it back to camp. She wasn't hungry. Maybe she'd take it to the Elders. Rainyday shakes her windswept pelt, allowing her thick fur to fall back into place. In the thrill of the chase, she had actually forgotten her anxieties about RiverClan. Making her way home now, she made a mental note to come here more often. Maybe she'd bring Sunnypurr sometime.